Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 23:01:35 +0100 (BST)
From: tina
Subject: Awakening
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This is my first attempt at a story, just a tester to see if anyone likes
it and wants to hear anymore. Please email me with comments/suggestions.
Awakening (Part 1?)
By
Tina
Tina gazed down at the body which lay in front of her. Starting from the
tips of the delicate toes, along the small perfect feet, up the long slim
legs to the bottom of the black silk nightie. Above that she glanced along
the flat stomach to the two small mounds which perfectly filled the cups of
the nightdress, the pale skin of her mothers chest and neck and the
beautiful features of her face. Her mother seemed so peaceful just lying
there on the floor in front of her, eyes closed, a glass of wine close by
and some gentle music in the background.
This was the start of an almost nightly ritual, Tina a smallish bubbly 15yo
was trying to help her mother unwind, to relax and forget about the
stresses and pressures of work. Tina would arrive home from school at
about 4pm and start with her homework, she would finish at about 5.30 and
start preparing dinner. She had become an accomplished cook for such a
young person and was quite adventurous with the dishes she prepared each
evening for the dinner. Her mother, Rachel, was the owner of a Small Real
Estate firm, struggling to make ends meet since her husband left town about
3 years ago. Tina would always have dinner on the table as soon as her
mother arrived home and after dinner, Rachel would have a shower while Tina
done the dishes and prepared the room for her mothers foot massage. Tina
had been studying reflexology and it was the only thing which helped Rachel
unwind each evening and forget about the day which had gone on before. The
soft rug which lay in the centre of the living room was circled with large
candles of various shapes and colours. A classical cd played on the hifi
and a few oil burners created a warm and spicy atmosphere in the room.
Rachel was 39 but despite her relatively harsh working life looked at least
8 or nine years younger. Her short dark brown hair did not need colouring
and her skin was as soft and smooth as her 15yo daughter. She was very
attractive, slim and tall with small firm breasts and long legs. Right now
those legs were stretched out along the rug as Tina got to work on her
feet, rubbing and pressing, caressing and touching, almost in time to the
soft music in the background. The wine, music and touch of her daughter
were wonderful and Rachel was almost drifting off to sleep as she felt
herself yawning. Tina too was in a dreamlike state, she looked forward
every evening to this time she spent with her mother. She felt as if she
was taking the place of her absent father, looking after his wife, making
the time she spent at home every evening as special as she could. She
watched as her mother's elegant hand reached out for the pack of cigarettes
which lay close by and she jumped to grab the lighter and help light the
long white cigarette which was now resting in her mother's lips. Returning
to the her mothers feet Tina watched her mother inhale deeply on the
cigarette before removing it from her lips and after what seemed like about
10 seconds, release a narrow stream of silver smoke into the air above her
head. Tina enjoyed watching the release that her mother got from the
smoke. The first cigarette of the evening helped to relax Rachel even
more. Although only a light smoker Rachel could not give up and as Tina
did not seem to mind her mothers habit she was happy enough to have about 6
or 7 each day. She hoped that her daughter would not pick up the habit.
"Would you work on my legs a little, honey", Rachel asked, "The are very
sore tonight." "Sure thing mom", Tina replied. Tina squirted a little
more oil into her hands and started to work on her mothers ankles and calf
muscles, massaging and rubbing the oil deep into her aching limbs. Tina
again gazed at her mother. She admired her for the hard work she did every
day and was disappointed that she had never met a nice man to take care of
her. She wondered how her mother would cope when Tina went to college in a
few years time. Hopefully before then Mr Wonderful will have appeared.
Rachel lifted her legs and placed her feet flat on the floor, to form an
angle so that Tina could work the back of her lower leg. That was where
most of the pain was. As she lifted her legs her mothers night dress rode
up her legs and exposed the dark silk panties which her mother wore
underneath. Tina wondered when might have been the last time that a man
saw the same sight, her father was probably the last and that must have
been at least 4 years ago as they had not been sleeping in the same room
for about a year before he took off. Tina again felt sorry that her mother
did not have someone special to share her life and love with.
As Tina continued with her gentle rubbing she moved a little higher up to
around the knee area, pressing at all the pressure points and applying more
oil when necessary. Rachel continued to relax and she could feel the pain
being soothed away.
"Would you mind doing my thighs honey, they are kinda sore too. That sure
feels good", Rachel enquired, knowing the answer. Tina was always keen to
help her with whatever she asked.
Tina manoeuvred herself so that she was sitting facing her mother with her
own legs apart, flat on the floor and her mothers in the inverted 'V'
shape, out over the top of Tina's. This way Tina could work on her mothers
upper leg area without any real discomfort for herself. Tina was wearing a
white t-shirt and a pair of navy blue track suit bottoms. This was her
'uniform' for her nightly massages. She rarely wore a bra as her small
breasts did not require much in the way of support and Tina hated wearing
them.
They had been in this position many evenings before and soon Tina was in
the same sort of dreamy world as Rachel, relaxed and comfortable. It was
only when she felt her mothers left leg tighten than Tina snapped back to
the real world. Without realising, Tina had moved right up to the top of
Rachel's left leg and her hand was rubbing the inside of her leg.
"Im sorry, did i hurt you?", Tina asked. "No, its OK sweetie, its just i
strained my leg up there today and its a little tender", Rachel
replied. "Please keep rubbing".
As Tina got back to her duty, she cast her eyes at her mother, lying
peacefully once more although she seemed a little flushed.
"Is it too warm mom?", Tina asked. "No its just perfect", Rachel replied.
Tina again rubbed the top of her mothers left leg, trying to be as gentle
as she could and not wanting to cause any more discomfort. This time when
she looked up at her mother her eyes stopped at the two dark mounds formed
by her mothers breasts in the black silky material. She noticed that her
mothers nipples were pushing out through the material and as she watched
them moving up and down she became aware that her mother's breathing had
increased. Her chest was moving up and down and she did not appear to be
as relaxed as she once was.
Tina wondered if her mother was aroused as a result of her massage and she
began to ponder her own actions. Her mother deserved a little spice in her
life however was her 15yo daughter the right person to provide it? Tina
continued to rub and caress her mothers inner thighs, left and right. As
she worked the oil into her skin and watched her mothers breasts Tina began
to feel a little worked up herself. 'What is going on here' she wondered.
"Could you go a little higher sweetie?", Rachel whispered, almost from a
dream like state.
At this point Tina was almost at the edge of her mothers panties, her
fingers had grazed the silk material one or two times and she wondered just
where her mother was asking her to rub.
Tentatively, Tina slid her left hand inside the edge of her mother's
panties and placed her fingers on the skin beneath. Rachel gasped almost
silently as Tina began to rub her inner leg area, so close to her pussy she
could almost feel the heat from Tina's hand. As she rubbed, Tina could
feel her own nipples standing out against the thin t-shirt which she wore.
She could not believe how much she was getting turned on by the situation.
... To be continued?
Please let me know what you think. How you would like me to continue or was
this the worst effort you ever read?
tina17ire@yahoo.co.uk